Button sorting

I walked back into the living room after exploring the street, ready to empty my pockets before bed. Right under the armchair cushion, I discovered an old round cookie tin with four misplaced craft buttons resting on its lid. I sat down on the braided rug and slid them into a tidy row with my hands. Two were milky pearl plastic, one was shiny navy blue with four tiny thread holes, and the last was a little wooden toggle shaped like a smooth grain of rice! Lining them up neatly makes winding down feel like the best part of the evening.